Joyful, to fling the life-doors wide,
Mother of statesman, soldier, saint—
Set this crown on her patient pride!
She, your comrade, who steadfast stood
Shoulder to shoulder, through storm and night,
Held up your hands till victory pealed—
Grant her this prize of well-fought fight.
Who trips laughing across your life,
Light of your love, your soul made fair?
Give her this pledge of a father’s faith,